It's amazing how much your wedding photographer can become attached to you. When I left this wedding, I didn't say goodbye to the bride or groom because they were having so much fun, I just didn't want to spoil that with my despondency over having to leave. I knew it was apparent on my face and I didn't want to tinge anyone's good time. But as I walked out the door, closing the book on a wonderful chapter of my photography life, I was just so sad. So sad that I wanted to run back in with no regard for the humiliation I would have thrust upon myself, wanted to throw myself into the surely incredulous arms of the bride and groom and tell them how much I enjoyed their day, how much I adored their love story, how much I loved their families and the ways they interacted with other when they thought no one was looking, how much I love their fluffy little puppy, how I knew that this was the beginning of something wonderful, something very very special.
But I didn't. Instead I slipped out with a pitiful wistful look on my face, which was witnessed by a few groomsmen whom I am sure mistook it for some sort of desire to go back and dance the Cha Cha Slide with the rest of the crowd.
Of course they read that face correctly but doesn't every photographer get a pitiful wistful look on her face when she doesn't get to dance the Cha Cha Slide?
Get ready to feast your eyes on a couple whose beauty transcends everything and anything physical. Their kind of beauty emanates from something much deeper than mere superficial pulchritude. Their kindness, their devotion to their families, their incredibly loving spirits make them two of the most beautiful people I have ever had the pleasure of photographing.
Making this wedding all the more special to me is the bride's family. Her mother was one of the first people to welcome me to our school when I first started working there eleven years ago. I have listened to her stories of her children for the past eleven years and to be asked to be the one to document her only daughter's wedding day just brings me to tears of joy.
A final special note that also brought on tears in me. I wish I could say they were also tears of joy but as is proven time and again, life does not always play out the way we want it to. Stitched into the underside of the bride's dress was a navy patch of her father's tie. It makes my heart ache to know that it is only from heaven he was able to see his baby girl marry the love of her life. But his spirit was there as strong as could be. All night I could hear his name uttered from the guests as they remembered this wonderful man and the impact he had on them all, but most especially, the beautiful wonderful little girl he raised to become this beautiful wonderful bride.